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(A word of uncertain origin. The most common explanation seems also the most plausible, namely, that it is a corrupt pronunciation of English or of Fr. Anglais formerly current among the American Indians.

In Bartlett’s Dictionary of Americanisms a statement is quoted to the effect that Yengees or Yenkees was a name originally given by the Massachusetts Indians to the English colonists, and that it was afterwards adopted by the Dutch on the Hudson, who applied the term in contempt to all the people of New England.

Bartlett also quotes a statement of Heck-welder (an authority on Indian matters), who affirmed that the Indians applied the term Yengees specially to the New Englanders as contradistinguished from the Virginians or Long Knives, and the English proper or Saggenash. As early as 1713 it is said to have been a common cant word at Cambridge, Mass, in the sense of good or excellent, being probably borrowed by the students from the Indians, to whom a ‘ Yankee’ article would be synonymous with an excellent one, from the superiority of the white man in mechanical arts.)

A cant name for a citizen of New England.

During the American Revolution the name was applied to all the insurgents; and during the civil war it was the common designation of the Federal soldiers by the Confederates. In Britain the term is sometimes applied generally to all natives of the United States.

Yankee – Doodle (yang-ke-do’di), n

A famous air, now regarded as American and national. In reality the air is an old English one, called Nankey Doodle, and had some derisive reference to Cromwell. It is said that the brigade under Lord Percy, after the battle of Lexington, marched out of Boston playing this tune in derisive and punning allusion to the name Yankee, and the New Englanders adopted the air in consideration of the fact that they had made the British dance to it.

The really national tune of the whole United States, however, is ‘Hail, Columbia! -2 A Yankee. ‘Hot Yankee-doodles,’ Moore. (Ludicrous.)

The really national tune of the whole United States, however, is ‘Hail, Columbia! -2 A Yankee. ‘Hot Yankee-doodles,’ Moore. (Ludicrous.)

Green to blew my heart is true
See in the sky, how high I fly looking down,
Do you see that town?
Nothing is moving because of you
Your slumber makes the world stand still
Arise, wake up, the moons had enough
See the sun’s rays, beyond hill range?
He’s holding still, waiting for Jill
Even the rain, waiting patiently

Come sweet child open thy eyes
Eastern wind won’t even blow
The birds are waiting need fly high
To swoop and dive before they die
Oh come, wake up sleepy head-why

Do we have to blow?
the wake-up horn
A mighty raw, wake the heavens for sure
The stars they twinkle, waiting, so still
I’m flying high waiting for Jill

And it came to pass, late at night so sad
Ones glasses a solution of bleach do he
To remove, seemed bacteria nose piece see
Alas so wrong, could I see as before, oh’ nay
Oh! Sweet sight, that blurs and so misty
a constant foggy haze fills thy eyes, don’t cry

It seems a winter fog, day and night not right
Scrub and clean to no avail, I failed
and the poor old plastic frame

It split
Won’t hold the glass; within you see
To my cost, a new pair awaits
Two weeks so so very long